Would you like to fly like a bird?

I have a quick story for you all. Yesterday we were looking for a place to eat, and I suggested this one Uruguayan restaurant which was recommended by the Lonely Planet guide. We were checking out the menu and just as we were finalizing our decision to eat there, a kid walked out of the restaurant and began puking on the street. So that place was out. We kind of stood there and watched the kid for a bit, and while that was going on a man approached us...

Him: Would you like to fly like a bird?
Us: What?
Him: Would you like to fly like a bird or a butterfly in the sky?
Us: What?
Him: Are you afraid of nature?

He then began to tell his story of how he came from Quebec to Guatemala to experience the wonders of nature. In the middle of his tale, we noticed that one of the many stray dogs started to lap up the fresh pile of regurgitated food. Good for it, for scoring a meal? Well, when Janelle noticed that happening she loudly stated that we had to get out of there before she was sick. The mother overheard and interpreted Janelle´s comment as disgust for her child´s illness, and looked as though she was going to come over and throttle her. So we left the scene, and never did find out exactly what the Quebecer was trying to sell us.

Julia